Mind On The Grind کے بول

Wake up sick, thirsty and cold, Feel old but won't make old bones. Sands of time grind slow and fine, Boredom bites we mark our time, Worn out shells with faces grey, Bodies starting to decay. Some time soon we'll rue the day, Groundhog life, just one escape -- One thing keeps us going on... Drown your mind until it's gone First thirst grows, Then you lose your self control, Afflicted, addicted, Unclear thoughts, All you crave is more and more, Reckless in excess and fucked... Beaten brains, filthy stains, Collapsed veins, no more pain. Drink long and deep, This moment cannot last for long This poisoned chalice Kills the body salves the soul. Hopelessly finite, Last pennies spent, Nowt left to burn, Soon sober lament, All renounce it, Sickness repent, Mind on the grind, Tomorrow again.